Glinda held the letters, her hands shaking. She knew she would die soon, and didn't have much time left. Carefully unfolding the first one, she started to read the letters that she would never send to her love.
Dear Elphaba,
That's you're name right? I hope so. I don't really know why I'm writing this. Maybe I'll leave it on you're desk tomorrow. With a little pink rose.... a spritz of Claire De La Lune, oooh! That would be lovely. I guess I'm just writing this to tell you I think you're beautiful. Of course I could never say that, but I can think it, and write it! I love that you're different, it makes you seem so..... exotic. I think I love you. But you probably think I'm a pretty rich girl. Which I am! But I'm more than that. I shouldn't fantasize, it's not like I'm giving this to you anyway.
Sincerely,
Glenda
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Letters
FanficIt's been 103 years since Elphaba left with Fiyero. On her death bed, Glinda reads the letters she wrote and never sent.
